Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
The Move,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.